Ray's father passed away early, and his mother, Linda, remarried Paul Davis. She won Paul's affection, and he changed Ray's last name to Davis, treating him like his own son.
Although they were not blood-related, Ray and Martin had an unexpectedly good relationship.
A car accident a few years ago turned Paul into a vegetative state, and he had been in a coma for four years.
He had made a will stating that his assets would be distributed according to the number of family members.
So, after Ray and I got married, Linda urged us to have a child, saying it was to continue the Davis family line and pray for the comatose Paul.
But I knew deep down that she just wanted to claim more of the inheritance.
I think Martin was also aware of this.
After two years of trying to conceive without success, Linda began to complain about me behind my back, calling me a defective woman who couldn't bear children.
So, we went to the hospital for a thorough check-up.
Surprisingly, the problem wasn't me; it was Ray.
He had a congenital sperm deficiency, making natural conception nearly impossible.